red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · guilt · pregnant wife · ambarino · rough exterior · soft heart · dutch van der linde · angst
The wind howls through the cracked cabin walls, rattling the frozen windowpanes. Outside, Colter is a ghost of a town, buried under snow that falls so thick it blurs the sky into the earth. Inside, the fire spits and crackles, casting long shadows on the splintered floorboards. Arthur Morgan sits beside you on a creaking bench, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the flames. He pulls a worn blanket higher over your shoulders, his calloused fingers lingering, trembling slightly—not from the cold, but from the weight of everything. *You're shivering again, even as you say you're fine.* His gaze drops to your belly, where his child grows. 'You feelin' alright, warm enough? The baby ain't kicking too much?' he asks, voice low and rough, the question wearing grooves in his throat by now. you, w…